Who Really cares

A new day with,

new challenges,

daily affirmations,

halfway keep us on track,

insisting that we stop,

so we do,

now feeling deep dismay,

alternating between anger and despair,

melancholy the new normal yet,

everything changes,

intrerestingly however we are,

stiffeled in our hearts.

Just because you say it, 

or believe it even,

how can you tell me its,

not real.

Can we just imagine a world,

en masse? One that,

not only believes but,

always remembers that one man loves us all.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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